Julius Caesar (1953) Soundboard Edit

A common slave, you know him well by sight,

A curse shall light upon the limbs of men.

A trade, sir, that I hope, I may use with a safe conscience,

All pity choked with custom of fell deed.

All this! Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart breaks.

Among which number, Cassius, be you one.

And bear the palm alone

And by and by thy bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart.

And by that order of prescription

And constant do remain to keep him so

And for mine own part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips

And I must pause till it come back to me.

And now, Octavius, listen great things

And since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection,

And throw this in at his window, set this up in wax upon old Brutus' statue

And will he steal out of his wholesome bed

And with this good sword, that ran through Caesar's bowels,

And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say,

And, for thy humor, I will stay at home.

As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit

At Sardis once, and this last night here in Philippi fields.

Away, slight man.

Ay, Caesar, but not gone.

Ay, my lord, an't please you

Bequeathing it as a rich legacy unto their issue

Beside themselves with fear

Besides, it were a mock apt to be rendered for some one to say,

Beware the ides of March.

Beware the ides of March.

Boy, stand aside

Brutus and Cassius are levying powers.

But as he was ambitious, I slew him

But Brutus says he was ambitious,

But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads,

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,

But wherefore art not in thy shop today?

But, for your private satisfaction, because I love you, I will let you know.

But, Lepidus, go you fetch Caesar's will,

But, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it.

By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?

Cassius, if you could but win the noble Brutus to our party...

Chastisement!

Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral

Common pleasures, to walk abroad and recreate yourselves

Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?

Do grace to Caesar's corpse,

Dwell I but in the suburbs of your good pleasure?

Fearing to strengthen that impatience which seemed too much enkindled,

For Brutus' tongue hath almost ended his life's history.

For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.

For if you should, O what would come of it?

For our elders say, the barren touched in this holy chase

For this time I will leave you.

For we will shake him,

For with her death that tidings came.

Gentlemen all.

Go show your slaves how choleric you are, and make your bondmen tremble.

Go to the gate. Somebody knocks

Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves,

Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far

Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no further

Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

Have you not made a universal shout,

He is a dreamer. Let us leave him.

He is a great observer, and he looks quite through the deeds of men

He is addressed. Press near and second him.

He loves no plays as thou dost, Antony.

He only, in a general honest thought

He says he does, being then most flattered

He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,

He should stand one of the three to share it?

Hear me, good brother

Help!

I am not gamesome. I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

I an itching palm!

I could be well moved if I were as you

I do not know the man I should avoid so soon as that spare Cassius.

I do not, till you practice them on me.

I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Caesar fell down.

I must prevent thee, Cimber.

I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy Lord.

I shall have glory by this losing day, more than Octavius and Mark Antony

I will not hold thee long

I will, my lord.

If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, he should not humor me.

If I were disposed to stir your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

If that parting

If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,

In at his windows throw, as if they came from several citizens,

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius

Into the law of children.

Is it excepted I should know no secrets that appertain to you?

Is it fit, the three fold world divided,

It is no matter. Let no images be hung with Caesar's trophies.

Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!

Know you how much the people may be moved

Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause will he be satisfied.

Let but the commons hear this testament,

Let each man render me his bloody hand.

Let it be who it is

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned

Let me work, and I will bring him to the Capitol.

Let not men say, These are their reasons, they are natural.

Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, and graze in common.

Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat an humble heart

Must I stand and crouch under your testy humor?

Nay, an I tell you that, I'll never look you in the face again,

Night hangs upon mine eyes. My bones would rest,

No, I am promised forth.

No, not an oath.

Noble Antony, go up.

Nor construe any further my neglect than that poor Brutus with himself at war

Nor with such free and friendly conference, as he hath used of old.

Not so, my lord.

Nothing, my lord.

Now be a freeman,

Now you weep

O, I could weep the spirit from mine eyes!

O, that a man might know the end of this day's business ere it come

Or worse days endure

Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe.

Pass

People and Senators, be not affrighted.

Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf

Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

Quartered with the hands of war.

Say I feared Caesar, honored him and loved him.

Searching the window for a flint, I found this paper thus sealed up,

Shall Rome, etcetera.

So I did,

So tell them, Publius.

So you thought him.

Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well.

Speak no more of her.

Stand you directly in Antonius' way, when he doth run his course.

Such men are dangerous

That could be moved to smile at anything

That now on Pompey's basis lies along no worthier than the dust.

That of yourself which you yet know not of.

That thunders, lightens, opens graves and roars

That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, you should be satisfied.

That would have brooked the eternal devil

That you have wronged me doth appear in this

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power

Then he offered it a third time. He put it a third time by

Then he offered it to him again, then he put it by again,

Then hold me dangerous

Then none have I offended.

Then take we down his load and turn him off,

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

There is no fear in him. Let him not die,

There were an Antony would ruffle up your spirits,

They murder Caesar! They murder Caesar!

They that have done this deed are honorable.

This day I breathed first

This hill is far enough

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down

Thy brother by decree is banished.

Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.

Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue,

To every Roman citizen he gives, to every several man,

To keep his state in Rome as easily as a king

To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear

To wildness and much company.

Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Upon this hope

Urge me no more, I shall forget myself

We'll hear it, Antony!

We'll mutiny! We'll burn the house of Brutus!

What means this shouting?

What now, Lucilius? Is Cassius near?

What villain touched his body that did stab, and not for justice?

What you would work me to, I have some aim.

What, durst not tempt him?

What, is the fellow mad?

What, shall I meet you here?

When he came to himself again,

Whereto the climber upward turns his face,

Which gives men stomach to digest his words with better appetite

Whilst they behold a greater than themselves,

Whilst we, lying still, are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

Why, friends, you go to do you know not what

Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?

With what addition?

Yes, every one of them. And no man here but honors you.

Yet hear me speak!

You look pale and gaze and put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,

Calpurnia. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks

Good countrymen. Peace! Silence!

Live! Live!

Messala. What says my general?

None! None!

Not I. I pray you do

'Tis very like he hath the falling sickness.